Call from the Future- My Husband Told Me My Best Friend Bared His Children Chapter 07

Call from the Future- My Husband Told Me My Best Friend Bared His Children Chapter 07

Perhaps it was the final stroke of luck granted to a dying man. 

After the vertigo faded, Gideon Hale was truly back. Three years earlier. 

He sat on his sofa. Marriage certificate pressed between his fingers. Three in the morning. The old him would’ve been wide awake. Giddy. Unable to sleep. None of the horrors had happened yet. Something fragile and green kindled inside his chest. Hope. Maybe he and Seraphina could start over. 

He dialed her number with trembling care. Kept his voice low. Gentle. Almost mourning. “Seraphina. Is our wedding still on 

tomorrow?” 

She paused. Then a soft laugh came through. “Of course it is, Gideon. Get some sleep. I don’t want to marry a man with dark 

circles tomorrow.” 

Her teasing was the same as always. Still carrying that hint of playful affection. Gideon’s eyes burned red. He answered like a fool and hung up. Joy. Pure, fragile joy. The apartment settled back into silence. It was certain now. Everything could be 

redone. 

First priority. Stop her parents from boarding that doomed 

flight. 

He called them immediately. The two older people on the other end paused for a long moment. Then they laughed. “That pilot just got exposed for negligence today. We’d never get on his plane. We booked a different one. Don’t worry.” 

Gideon checked the new flight number obsessively. Verified it. 

Clean. No issues. Only then did he hang up. 

Next, he called his assistant. Cold steel in his eyes. “Get Serena Whitfield and her bastards as far away from here as possible. If they resist–use whatever means necessary.” He knew Serena was manipulative. Tenacious. He’d even braced himself to handle her permanently. 

But to his shock, she left without putting up a fight. Maybe the version of her from three years ago still had a shred of guilt left. Gideon let out a cold snort. He ordered every trace of her scrubbed clean. No evidence of their past could remain. Only then did he clutch the marriage certificate and finally drift into 

restless sleep. 

The nightmares were relentless. He reached out. Shook his head. “Seraphina. Seraphina Grant. No. I was wrong. Don’t die. 

Seraphina-” 

Blood–soaked images jolted him awake. His eyes flew to the marriage certificate in his hand. Slowly. Slowly. His breathing steadied. Nothing had happened yet. This time he would grow 

old with her. He closed his eyes. Crushed the anxiety in his 

chest. Then rushed to get ready. Raced to her house to pick her 

1. up. 

Every trace of panic vanished the moment he saw her walking 

toward him in white. 

“Seraphina. You’re so beautiful today.” 

She blushed. Smiled shyly. Took his hand. Together they headed to the wedding venue. 

But the second they stepped inside, they saw her. Serena 

Whitfield. Standing center stage. The twins in her arms. The 

massive screen meant to showcase the bride and groom’s precious memories instead blasted something else through the entire ballroom. A man’s panting. A woman’s moaning. The man was Gideon Hale. The woman was Serena Whitfield. The timestamp: three years ago. The very night he’d confessed his love to Seraphina. 

Every drop of blood drained from Gideon’s face. The woman holding his hand stumbled backward. Collapsed to the floor. Her eyes brimmed. “Gideon Hale. How dare you marry me?” 

He panicked. Grabbed her hands. His eyes were red. “Seraphina. I cut her off a long time ago. I swear–after we’re married, never again.” 

“But you already have children with her. You know illegitimate children have inheritance rights. And what about the baby I’m carrying?” 

He looked at his wife. Weeping. Broken. And he made his promise without hesitation. “Don’t cry. I’ll sign everything over right now. All my assets. All of it. In your name.” 

She stopped crying. Looked skeptical. “Really?” 

“Really. Please. Just trust me this once.” 

He practically forced his lawyers to draw up the contract. 

Signed every page without reading a word. Then looked at her. 

Uncertain. 

“Seraphina. What else do you want? As compensation. I’ll give 

you anything.” 

She read through every line of every contract. Carefully. 

Thoroughly. Then she smiled. Soft. Leaned in close to his ear. 

Her voice was colder than a blade. 

“Gideon Hale. There is one more thing.” 

“I want you dead. Can you do that for me?” 

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